I started to lose track of time. I wasn't sure anymore how long I'd been tied to the bed. An hour? Maybe it had been only twenty minutes.

I adjusted myself, trying to get a bit more comfortable, but quickly felt the pull of the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. It was warm in the room, luckily for me because I was completely naked; except for my belt.

Being blindfolded didn't help me keep track of things either. Time never seems more vague than when you're alone in darkness.
I shifted again, but the restraints kept my limbs secured to each of the four bedposts. What I wouldn't give to have just one hand free; not that I could do anything with it. My mistress had kept this chastity belt around my waist for two weeks.

On the other side of the door, I heard the hum of excited conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. Helplessly, my mind wandered back to my trapped sexuality, which ached for relief unlike never before. I knew Mistress was out there, having fun, probably thinking about me tied, waiting for her in silent, horny frustration. Why did I agree to this? Why do I enjoy this?

I thought Mistress was going to release me this morning. After all, today had been marked on the calendar as my 'day of relief' since she first locked me up those two agonizingly long weeks ago.

I couldn't help but get excited when she woke me today. The first thing I saw was the key to my tight, swollen hole, dangling from her necklace. I didn't dare ask her about it and behaved like the good pet I want to be for her. But, after a light lunch, I washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen and living room, only to have her restrain me to the bed. I thought I was about to finally get my hungry, pent-up cunt fucked, but I was mistaken.

She didn't say anything as she slowly blindfolded me. Mistress never wore any perfume. She liked me to always be able to smell the natural, delicious scents of her body. But, before I had time to really take her in, she walked to the door.

"Be quiet like a good girl," she had instructed, before adding that she was "having some friends over for a little get together."

Oh God, why couldn't she let me be out there with her? I hated being alone like this. My pussy throbbed under its metal encasing, almost like it knew it was supposed to be getting relieved today.

Footsteps! Outside my room, in the hallway, I could hear heels clacking on the hardwood. They stopped on the other side of the door. Was Mistress finally coming to unlock me?

The door opened and I heard someone enter.

"Hello, darling," Mistress greeted me.

I didn't answer. I knew Mistress didn't want to hear from me unless she asked me a question. I had learned that the hard way.

"My little sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

"Good, Mistress. Thank you," I peeped.

"Good? Is that true? I thought I taught you to be honest with me. I don't need to strictly reinforce that lesson right now, do I?"

"No, Mistress, I'm sorry. I'll be completely honest from now on. I was trying not to complain."

"I don't want complaints, hunny, I want honesty," she remarked, warmly.

"I'm feeling very pent-up, Mistress.

My arms feel tired and sore and my little pussy aches," I explained, trying not to sound whiney. "It feels tight, tighter than I can ever remember it feeling. Like it just needs to squeeze around something."

"Hmm, that's better. Good girl. You are supposed to be feeling pent-up. That's how I like you; on the edge, desperate to cum, but unable to. Doesn't it make you feel wild?" Mistress asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I confessed, almost writhing.

"Good. Well, today is your release day. And I am a woman of my word. So, how about this: I'll unlock your tight, horny cunt from that belt, lick it until it's dripping uncontrollably. Then I'll vibe your clit while I finger you, until you cum all over yourself."

Oh my god, that sounded like Heaven. I was so excited, I could barely breathe. All the energy in my body surged towards my trapped, swollen lips. I wanted to scream, but she hadn't asked me a question, so I literally bit my tongue.

"All you have to do, to earn that release, is make me cum. Sound fair?"

"Yes, Mistress," I cried, trying pathetically to remain composed.

"Good girl, then we have a deal," she purred.

I quickly opened my mouth, inviting her to let me please her soft, moist slit with my tongue.

"Oh no," she giggled, "not right now, sweetie. I'm not quite in the mood. Perhaps I'll come visit you in a little while."

Before I knew what was happening, I heard the door shut and the sound of her heels fade into the distance.

I couldn't stand this much longer; I felt like I was going insane. I'd gone more than a week in my life without cumming before, but this was different. Every minute of every day, I was being teased. Mistress knew how to keep me in an agonized state of arousal. The human body wasn't built for this. It's unnatural! How can I be such a slave to my sexual desires? Mistress knows I am hers for this very reason, because she is the only one who can give me what I need.

I focused as hard as I could to stay calm. I didn't want to get riled up and upset, I might make a mistake and get punished. I just needed to last a little longer. I assured myself I could do it.

I was lost in the darkness again. Maybe another twenty minutes went by with nothing to keep my attention but the relentless throbbing between my legs. I felt my warm honey dripping onto the rigid metal frame of my chastity.

I tried not to think of anything sexual at all, but it was pointless. After two weeks, just being alive made me moist with excitement. Especially knowing that out there, my Mistress was giggling and drinking with her friends. I wondered what all those women were wearing. My clit stiffened inside the cruel device and I almost wailed. How much longer would I be able to go without being relieved?

I had to keep my senses with me, or I might do or say something stupid. I couldn't risk being locked up even longer...